Another lovely weekend!
I hope there is not a lifetime limit on awesome weekends, because I fear that I get more than my fair share and that one day I'll be cut off!
Friday night was mainly all about going to bed early. I mean, that's the case many Fridays for me, but in this instance I had something to get up for on Saturday. A few months ago one of the people I took my improv comedy class with mentioned Playback Theatre in an email. She's in a local troupe and they were looking for potential new members, so she canvassed her improv classmates. Curious, I went to one rehearsal in July. It was a nice time and a good group of people...and it was determined that through vagaries of scheduling I couldn't join them again until September. Saturday, in fact. So on Friday night I believe I went to bed at 9 a.m. Though I don't believe in an anthropomorphized heavenly after-death state, it still is sometimes satisfying to imagine the spirit of my father laughing his butt off at me and my early-to-bed, early-to-rise ways (which are, essentially, his).
Still: man, I was tired! Even asleep slightly before 10, the alarm going off at 7:45 a.m. was a bit of a cruel awakening. Not that nearly 10 hours of sleep is anything to sneeze at! But I do love unfettered sleep without alarms on a Saturday. Ah well - another week. I was up! I was...not exactly "at 'em" but I was functional. But again not timely. Rehearsal was at a troupe member's home (in Bowie, randomly enough) and though it started at 10 I wasn't there until 10:25. I was somewhat heartened by the fact that someone else was arriving at the same time I was! We had a little organizational meeting and then we did some rehearsing and then one of the troupe had to leave and the rest of us sat around chatting a bit, but basically we were all done by noon. They are still a very nice, very welcoming group of people and the time commitment is not intimidating so hey! I guess I'm on board!
After that was the driving back from Bowie, and then the errands. The errands included lunch, because I'd had breakfast before 8:30 and was actually really hungry. The errands also included new boots, because of course they did. They're a real score for this winter, though, as they are attractive with jeans AND a number of items of work-related clothing. (Plus: they were at Marshall's, so kind of ridiculously inexpensive.) What I'm saying basically is this was a winding, casual series of errands that landed me home about 3:00.
At basically the same time as a phone call about the night's plans! A friend of mine was asked to be a "local expert" doing a presentation before the Flying Karamazov Brothers show at George Mason's Manassas campus. We decided on a time, and I put all my crap away, and I headed out. The drive was annoying, because it involved the Beltway, which is just never good. But I wasn't the one driving, so I can't complain! We got out there, found the place, found food, found our way back to the place, and walked in.
I will here note that I had asked about how to dress for this, because I knew nothing about the venue. Just going on the assumption that it was a juggling show at a college campus, we determined jeans to be okay. As we walked into the sumptuous, gorgeous, almost-brand-spanking-new arts center and saw people dressed in sequins, I was immediately convinced I was going to get kicked out for being dressed like a schlub. In many ways I think I still carry certain scars from getting kicked out of Herrod's that one time.
However, no one kicked us out, and plenty of other people were dressed casually, and it was fine. The talk was great, the show hilarious, the conversation afterward fascinating, and nothing in the world to complain about. Eventually we wound our way homeward, and it was just a lovely night wherein I stayed out way, way past my bedtime.
In fact I got home so late/early that I just gave the cats breakfast before falling into bed. I slept until 10, pushing it a little, but I made it to Mass on time. I had to Lector at 11:30 so I couldn't goof off on that front. Afterward, I headed off to Bowie for lunch with Mom. I had a box of truffles for her from the monastery I stayed at last week. (The monks there make fruitcake, and truffles, and honey.) There were no toilets to fix or anything this week, so once we got home from lunch and had a few truffles for dessert (YUM!), I headed back towards home. Grocery shopping done, I went home and put stuff away and cleaned. I was running on fumes at that point so it was good I had nothing more intellectually stimulating on the agenda than watching the Emmys with some of my online friends. We tried the "Google Hangout" feature and it was far more effective than the last time we had tried Skype's video conference call feature. I couldn't stay up for all the awards show, but really, the awards shows are kind of just an excuse for us to get online and chat in real time. It was pretty awesome.
I fell asleep in like 0.2 seconds, also greatly assisted by Tylenol PM, since it was time for my Communist cousin to make a visit. I hate that kid.
This morning I'm up and...not exactly at 'em either. I can see it, I'm going to be in bed by 8:00 tonight.
Friday night was mainly all about going to bed early. I mean, that's the case many Fridays for me, but in this instance I had something to get up for on Saturday. A few months ago one of the people I took my improv comedy class with mentioned Playback Theatre in an email. She's in a local troupe and they were looking for potential new members, so she canvassed her improv classmates. Curious, I went to one rehearsal in July. It was a nice time and a good group of people...and it was determined that through vagaries of scheduling I couldn't join them again until September. Saturday, in fact. So on Friday night I believe I went to bed at 9 a.m. Though I don't believe in an anthropomorphized heavenly after-death state, it still is sometimes satisfying to imagine the spirit of my father laughing his butt off at me and my early-to-bed, early-to-rise ways (which are, essentially, his).
Still: man, I was tired! Even asleep slightly before 10, the alarm going off at 7:45 a.m. was a bit of a cruel awakening. Not that nearly 10 hours of sleep is anything to sneeze at! But I do love unfettered sleep without alarms on a Saturday. Ah well - another week. I was up! I was...not exactly "at 'em" but I was functional. But again not timely. Rehearsal was at a troupe member's home (in Bowie, randomly enough) and though it started at 10 I wasn't there until 10:25. I was somewhat heartened by the fact that someone else was arriving at the same time I was! We had a little organizational meeting and then we did some rehearsing and then one of the troupe had to leave and the rest of us sat around chatting a bit, but basically we were all done by noon. They are still a very nice, very welcoming group of people and the time commitment is not intimidating so hey! I guess I'm on board!
After that was the driving back from Bowie, and then the errands. The errands included lunch, because I'd had breakfast before 8:30 and was actually really hungry. The errands also included new boots, because of course they did. They're a real score for this winter, though, as they are attractive with jeans AND a number of items of work-related clothing. (Plus: they were at Marshall's, so kind of ridiculously inexpensive.) What I'm saying basically is this was a winding, casual series of errands that landed me home about 3:00.
At basically the same time as a phone call about the night's plans! A friend of mine was asked to be a "local expert" doing a presentation before the Flying Karamazov Brothers show at George Mason's Manassas campus. We decided on a time, and I put all my crap away, and I headed out. The drive was annoying, because it involved the Beltway, which is just never good. But I wasn't the one driving, so I can't complain! We got out there, found the place, found food, found our way back to the place, and walked in.
I will here note that I had asked about how to dress for this, because I knew nothing about the venue. Just going on the assumption that it was a juggling show at a college campus, we determined jeans to be okay. As we walked into the sumptuous, gorgeous, almost-brand-spanking-new arts center and saw people dressed in sequins, I was immediately convinced I was going to get kicked out for being dressed like a schlub. In many ways I think I still carry certain scars from getting kicked out of Herrod's that one time.
However, no one kicked us out, and plenty of other people were dressed casually, and it was fine. The talk was great, the show hilarious, the conversation afterward fascinating, and nothing in the world to complain about. Eventually we wound our way homeward, and it was just a lovely night wherein I stayed out way, way past my bedtime.
In fact I got home so late/early that I just gave the cats breakfast before falling into bed. I slept until 10, pushing it a little, but I made it to Mass on time. I had to Lector at 11:30 so I couldn't goof off on that front. Afterward, I headed off to Bowie for lunch with Mom. I had a box of truffles for her from the monastery I stayed at last week. (The monks there make fruitcake, and truffles, and honey.) There were no toilets to fix or anything this week, so once we got home from lunch and had a few truffles for dessert (YUM!), I headed back towards home. Grocery shopping done, I went home and put stuff away and cleaned. I was running on fumes at that point so it was good I had nothing more intellectually stimulating on the agenda than watching the Emmys with some of my online friends. We tried the "Google Hangout" feature and it was far more effective than the last time we had tried Skype's video conference call feature. I couldn't stay up for all the awards show, but really, the awards shows are kind of just an excuse for us to get online and chat in real time. It was pretty awesome.
I fell asleep in like 0.2 seconds, also greatly assisted by Tylenol PM, since it was time for my Communist cousin to make a visit. I hate that kid.
This morning I'm up and...not exactly at 'em either. I can see it, I'm going to be in bed by 8:00 tonight.